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Image for the poem - - - DEADLIGHTS BURN IN DESPERATION - - -

- - - DEADLIGHTS BURN IN DESPERATION - - -


The clock strikes doom
When she crawls to me
At Four Past Midnight
The Deadlights shine
Better within fear
Won't you please join us?

   we all float down here

Burden me with a Bag of bones
Draped over my shoulder, colder
When this Nightmare becomes Dreamscapes
I hear them calling, them knocking
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
Steadily knocking on my door
On this cold night, the Graveyard Shift
Spooks come out in Desperation

   sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters

I Stand 'fore the Sematary
Haunted by a Skeleton Crew
In darkest grip of Night Shift
Gunslinger statues draw three cards
The sparrows are flying again
Sense Misery in Dreamcatchers
When those Needful Things fail to please
The devil inside made me do it

   sometimes dead is better

Fire her up
And let her run wild
Drive in with Christine
Finest smell in the world
'Cept maybe for pussy

   sometimes they come back

   go then, there are other worlds than these

(c) 2016 Frank Green

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